Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan’s 29-year-old daughter, Schuyler, found a special way to celebrate her mom’s 64th birthday.
On June 22, Schuyler had a beautiful wedding in the Catskills, and it just happened to be on the same day as her mom’s birthday. Schuyler, who is the twin sister of Aquinnah, was the bride in a storybook wedding.
Here’s more about Schuyler’s wedding and the sweet birthday message Michael J. Fox shared for his wife of 36 years.
Michael J. Fox, 63, and Tracy Pollan, 64, first met almost 40 years ago when they were cast as lovers on the popular TV show *Family Ties*.
Tracy Pollan remembers Michael as “very cocky” and “funny,” but she also says he had a lot of confidence back then.
At the time, Michael J. Fox was dating Nancy McKeon, the star of *The Facts of Life*, while Tracy Pollan was dating Kevin Bacon. Kevin Bacon and Tracy broke up in 1987, and he later started dating Kyra Sedgwick.
Despite these past relationships, Michael and Tracy’s on-screen romance blossomed into real love, leading to their 36-year marriage and a happy family.
Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan reconnected on the set of the 1988 film *Bright Lights, Big City*. Both were single at the time, so they took the chance and got married later that same year.
“It sounds really horrible, but it was one of those things,” Fox told People in 1989. He joked about their situation, saying, “Someone goes, ‘Did you hear that so-and-so aren’t together anymore?’ And you go, ‘Hmm, that’s too bad. Where’s the phone?’”
Just after their wedding, Michael and Tracy became parents for the first time when their son, Sam Michael, was born on May 30, 1989.
Only two years later, Michael was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. Tracy stood by him through it all, offering her unconditional love and support.
In early November 2023, Michael J. Fox appeared on CBS Mornings and talked about how his loving wife, Tracy Pollan, has been his biggest supporter for the past 35 years.
Fox shared that dealing with his Parkinson’s disease was tough because he knew it would get worse, but he didn’t know how quickly or what to expect. “The hardest part of my diagnosis was grappling with the certainty of the diagnosis and the uncertainty of the situation,” Fox said. “My wife made it clear that she was with me for the duration.”
Despite the challenges, Michael and Tracy grew their family. They welcomed twins, Aquinnah Kathleen and Schuyler Frances, on February 15, 1995, and their daughter Esmé Annabelle was born in November 2001.
Fox gives this parenting advice to other parents: “Always be available to your kids. If you say, ‘Give me five minutes, give me ten minutes,’ it will turn into fifteen, then twenty. By then, they might not be as excited about sharing what they wanted to tell you.”
Now that their children are grown up and moved out, Michael and Tracy are enjoying life as empty nesters. Michael jokes, “We get more food because they’re not here to eat it all!”
Their children are also starting their own families. On June 24, People magazine reported that Schuyler, 29, married her long-time partner on June 22 in a beautiful wedding at Hayfield Catskills in New York.
“The weather was absolutely perfect, despite the heat wave,” a source told People. “They dined under a tent, and it really looked like a picture-perfect garden party. They seemed like such an adorable, gentle family.”
Michael shared a photo of the family on a trail in North Dakota from July 12, 2015, and it shows them enjoying time together.
Recently, political commentator George Stephanopoulos and his comedian girlfriend Ali Wentworth, along with Dirty Dancing star Jennifer Grey, attended a special event. The celebration was for Schuyler’s wedding and Tracy Pollan’s 64th birthday.
Guests stayed at two beautiful places: the rustic Bluebird Hunter Lodge and the stylish Scribner’s Catskill Lodge. Scribner’s Catskill Lodge has also welcomed famous guests like Olivia Wilde and Rami Malek, known for playing Freddie Mercury in Bohemian Rhapsody.
Even though Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan haven’t talked much about Schuyler’s wedding in public, and their daughters usually stay out of the spotlight, their son Sam did share a sweet birthday message for his mom.
Sam, now 35, posted a photo of Tracy dancing with one of the twins. He wrote, “Happy birthday Teep!! I love you so much and I’m very excited that I actually get to spend the day with you!! ([Schuyler] don’t worry, your post is coming later).”
Michael J. Fox also shared a loving birthday message for Tracy on Instagram. He wrote, “In every beautiful way, it’s beautiful Tracy’s beautiful day. I love you and today will be magnificent.” He added a black-and-white photo of Tracy and signed it, “Always forever your Mike with so-much love. Happy birthday. It’s gonna be an epic day.”
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I Met a Fortuneteller After My Wifes Funeral, The Next Day, Her Prediction Came True
The funeral was unbearable. Our daughters, Sophie and Emma, only four and five years old, kept asking, “Where’s Mommy?” I had no idea how to answer. How could I explain something I didn’t understand myself? Thankfully, Elizabeth’s parents and sister were there to help handle the arrangements.
After the service, as I walked to my car in a daze, I felt someone watching me. At first, I thought it was just my grief playing tricks on me, but then I saw her—an old woman standing near the cemetery gates.
She looked ancient, her face etched with deep lines, her sharp eyes piercing through me as if she could see straight into my soul.
“Excuse me,” she called softly.
I hesitated but didn’t respond. I was too drained for conversation, especially with a stranger.
“I know your fate,” she said, her voice serious.
I frowned. “What?”
“Cross my palm with silver, and I’ll reveal the joy and sorrow that lie ahead,” she continued, holding out her hand.
I stared at her, bewildered. A fortune-teller? At a funeral? I shook my head, muttering, “I’m not interested,” and started to walk away.
But her next words stopped me cold. “Elizabeth won’t rest until justice is served.”
I turned back sharply. “What did you say?”
“Twenty dollars,” she said, beckoning with her bony fingers. “That’s all.”
Under normal circumstances, I would’ve dismissed her. But in my grief-stricken state, I was numb to everything. Twenty dollars seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of things. I handed her the crumpled bill.
Her hand felt icy as she grabbed mine, her grip surprisingly firm. She didn’t take her eyes off me, and for a moment, I felt exposed, as though she could see all the pain I was carrying.
“Today, you’ve lost someone dear,” she whispered.
“Yeah, no kidding,” I said bitterly. “We’re at a cemetery.”
She didn’t flinch. “Your wife’s death was no accident.”
A chill ran down my spine. “What are you talking about?”
“There’s more to her death than you know. Tomorrow, the truth will begin to reveal itself.”
I felt my mouth go dry. “What truth?”
She smiled slowly, an unsettling grin. “By this time tomorrow, you’ll see.”
Before I could ask anything else, she turned and disappeared into the mist, vanishing as if she had never been there. I stood frozen, torn between disbelief and a strange sense of foreboding.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elizabeth—her smile, her laugh, the way she kissed our daughters goodnight. But the fortuneteller’s cryptic words haunted me: “Your wife’s death was no accident.” Was there any truth to it? Could the crash have been something more sinister?
Unable to rest, I got up and sifted through Elizabeth’s things, desperate to feel close to her. Among her belongings, I found something odd—receipts from a car rental service. We had two cars. Why would she need a rental?
I stared at the receipts, my heart racing. The fortuneteller’s words echoed in my mind. “There’s more to her death than you know.”
The next morning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I called Elizabeth’s best friend, Sarah, who worked at the garage where our cars were serviced. Maybe she could help me make sense of it all.
“Hey, Sarah,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Did Elizabeth mention anything to you about renting a car?”
There was a brief pause before she answered. “Actually, yes. She rented a car when both of your cars were in the shop. It was for a surprise trip to the beach, but she returned it the day before… well, you know.”
“But why didn’t she tell me?” I muttered to myself.
“She wanted it to be a surprise,” Sarah replied. “She even asked her sister Karen to return the car for her after the trip.”
A wave of unease washed over me. Karen? Why would she return the car, and why hadn’t I known about it?
Determined to get answers, I drove to the rental company. When I explained the situation, the manager pulled up the records. “The car was returned without visible damage. We accepted it as normal, but… something seems off. Only a few miles were added to the odometer.”
I left the office with more questions than answers. Why had Karen returned the car? What was she hiding? I decided to contact the police, as the suspicion that Elizabeth’s death wasn’t an accident gnawed at me.
I explained everything to the detective—the car rental, the fortuneteller, my growing doubts. He listened carefully and assured me they’d investigate. “Initially, we ruled it a tragic accident caused by brake failure,” he said. “But now, with what you’ve shared, we’ll take a closer look.”
The days that followed were a blur. Then, the police found something shocking—evidence that someone had tampered with the brakes. My stomach churned as the horrifying truth began to surface.
It wasn’t long before the investigation revealed even more. Karen had taken out a life insurance policy on Elizabeth just months before the accident. She had forged Elizabeth’s signature and made herself the sole beneficiary.
I was sickened. Elizabeth’s death hadn’t been an accident—it was murder. And the person behind it was her own sister.
When Karen was arrested, I couldn’t even look at her. The woman who had comforted me in my grief had been the one to cause it all, driven by greed.
During interrogation, she confessed to tampering with the car’s brakes, hoping to collect the insurance money. The betrayal was devastating.
Karen was sentenced to life in prison. It didn’t bring Elizabeth back, but at least I knew she would never harm anyone again. The fortuneteller had been right—Elizabeth couldn’t rest until justice was served.
A few weeks later, I returned to the cemetery. As I stood by Elizabeth’s grave, I whispered, “You can rest now.”
Just as I was about to leave, a butterfly landed on her headstone. I knew it was Elizabeth, finally at peace.
Though I never saw the fortuneteller again, her words had led me to the truth. As painful as it was, that truth was worth every penny of the twenty dollars I had given her.
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